Shinjiro took in a deep breath, shamelessly taking in some of that smoke for more nicotine. Centering himself. He hoped what he said made sense. Gokudera had people he clearly gave a shit about, clearly wanted to live his own life. He hoped what he said wasn't a lie after all. If Gokudera was dead after all, well ... well then Shinjiro just proved himself to be a giant asshole.

Unfortunately, there was just no way to tell right now.

He hummed, listening to the description. "Messy hair. Looks like another high school kid. Does he got a name he'd go by, or would he go around calling himself the Tenth?"

Which did sound more like a title, but what did he know?